The land
The land of death
The though stops our breathe
The ideas send shiver
It creates terror
But it is reality
And prevails among community
In any religion
Some belief prevails in regions
We can't do away
Or run away
From certain happenings
Lots of things to think and bring in mind
Fear not
We are only caught
Forgetting one natural fact
Death is reality and natural act
No one has escaped
And no one may be spared too
So it is one kind of shock
That always sends fear and rocks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one has escaped And no one may be spared too So it is one kind of shock That always sends fear and rocks